This style of writing, ubiquitous in length, yet smothered in rhetoric, is quite well. However, there seems to be one single issue-
Misanthropy.
This whole blog, head to heel, skin to bone, is figuratively draped in agony. Pain. Misery. Sadness. Hate. Loneliness.
And although I must confess my writing style, albeit a smither more concise, is practically the same, this focus on what hurts the most is rather uber-realistic.
When was the last time you laughed like it guaranteed you a night in the ER?
When was the last time you made some one laugh like that?
THUGLIFE.
The Hate yoU Give, a Little Inconspicuously, Fucks Everyone.
Peace.
Keep smiling.
Wars, deaths, rapes, murders, calamities are all there to give us frequent reality checks.:D

Had I had had the time or the energy to give things a second look, I would’ve shortened wars by years if not decades. But that’s me, stupidly hyperbolic and utterly lazy. The follies still flawlessly define us.

You’re still awake? School nahin jaana kya? xD
It’s alright. There’s a lot in the world to appease this dusty old guy.
I’m Bhanu, by the way. I found your blog… Long story short, I found it. xD On Facebook?

About:

I'm a 19-year-old budding poet from the hills of North India who absolutely loves people and their personalities (feel more than welcome to check out the "About" page of my blog).
My name, Kavya, literally translates into "a collection of poems," and I think the fistful of poetry I indulge in, I try to make of myself, helps me live upto my name.
I tend to write about the different people I have discovered inside of myself and others, concocting them into a definition, an image, a reality, a poem.